Suffocating stenches, rising thickly at dawn
Decadence and misery, no way out
There’s a life behind those rotten walls
Believing in that world is a foolish vision

A cursed generation who dwelled here
The Christian church only violates the souls
Faith crawls into the homes at night, spreading fear
Many don’t know their future, but they believe in death

Cursed village – The holy ones are reveling
Cursed village – The people are starving
Cursed village – Death is creeping closer
Cursed village – Your life is over

Experience misery as an adult
Seeing the dead and the horrors of everyday
Prayers of lies in consecrated vaults
Piety and perfidy are the priests’ words

Cursed village – The holy ones are reveling
Cursed village – The people are starving
Cursed village – Death is creeping closer
Cursed village – Your life is over

The inner circle gazes into the mirror
They prepare their daughter
For she’ll be the Bride of Death and Horror
Curse God’s Pride

2. The Golden Sin (5:37)

In the days of woe
The dead are rich and the starving are poor
Only the hooded one is depraved
With worms in his head
Strolls and Blesses
On the streets of the undead
He has no fear, because he’s blessed by
The Golden Sin
The Golden Sin – judgment is near
The Golden Sin – my soul has no fear
The Golden Sin – death is descending
The Golden Sin – the church walls come crashing down

The girl is ready
To spill the blood of the intruders
Spreading corruption in the church of hypocrites
The scepter is melted on her hands
Never to point and laugh at the people again
The Golden Sin – judgment is near
The Golden Sin – my soul has no fear
The Golden Sin – death is descending
The Golden Sin – the church walls come crashing down

The priest goes mad
Calling in the troops
Anna’s in chains
Preparing for the final day

3. The Stench of Holy Death - Viva Crematur! (4:10)

Waking up, down in a musty cellar
Among rats and dead prisoners
Mud flows on the streets
Anna spits out a last curse

The hours go by slowly
Every minute clings to life
Disappointed in God
Disappointed in Her Country

The pig-faced holy man
Breaks the musky silence
The executioners prepares the stake
The sinners are eagerly waiting
The death of the innocent
„Viva Cremetur!” the liar chants
Anna already knows
In Hell there’s no second chance

“Viva Crematur!” Stench of holy death
“Viva Crematur!” Stench of holy death
“Viva Crematur!” Stench of holy death

Agony and pain
The fleeting scent of flesh
The bishop will smell that too
Doomsday awaits you
When the church is filled by the scent of Death

4. The Beast and the Hag (4:46)

Judgement day, the blessing’s gone
The holy henchmen spat on the crown
The night may bring havoc
At the place of the stake
They saw blood and a new prophecy runs amok

Deterred the spread the news
The sanctimonious slaves
The Gates of Hell are open wide
The young girl brings death with her pride
The bell tolls, sounds of doom in the air
Next to the witches, the Beast revels
The vile saw shrouds

Hell on earth
No more holy words

The stakes were rebuilt on the square
The executioners and scavengers, in the face of death they stare
Hypocrite holy men, their scepters bound to their bodies
Let their God’s judgment burn into their flesh
The walls of the church come crashing down
Life belongs to perdition now
Anna’s spirit has never been so high
Corpses of priests and bones of the vile
They descended to Hell, eternal night